The Tulip festival was in full bloom when I visited Ottawa. Ties between Canada and Holland, made during World War II, continue and I love that it’s through planting flowers and not through war memorials. The activity of planting bulbs each fall and waiting for the winter snow to melt, for the tulip bulbs to burst into our Canadian spring, however short it may be, is full of hope.
I walked back to my daughter’s house after checking out the Tulip Festival activities at City Hall, past the Nanny Goat Hill Community Garden, and then I came across a yarn bombing by seniors in the trees in front of The Good Companions Seniors’ Centre. They are getting ready for their annual Walk of Ages fundraiser. All the flags attached to the trees were knit or crocheted.
Imagine the history of the last century if this tactic had been used. If Dickens had written not of Mme Lafarge merely watching the beheadings and knitting the names into the fabric, but of her knitting covers for the guillotines, crocheting a woman’s discontent and fixing it to icons of her displeasure.
Perhaps more lives can be saved as cunning fingers wrap yarn around people and place.